Luyện nghe bài hát La, La, La

Memph Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking la, la, la
(Hoo)
track smoke like la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC baby, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

I know my English ain't as as you like
But come, get some, you bums
I take the cake under the baker's thumbs
I the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the like I'm Oprah's son
Uhh, I show you how to do son
Young don't wit chicks in Burberry patterns
Fake Manolo boots straight Steve Madden
(Un, uh)

He himself the rap J F K
You wanna pass for my Onassis
hop ya ass out that S class
Lay back in that maebach, the best grass, I ask
you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by much pink ice?
(Uhh)
Look, but touch, muthafucker think twice
'Cuz the gat that I clutch got a little red
a light?

To smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Beanie Sigel always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memph Bleek always that la, la, la
(Hoo)
It's the ROC mami, our lullaby
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
up, skip all the singin', lets go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton
All attracted to because they know dough
When see him, which be European
If you're a chances you're wit him
(Ten)
If you're a five you know you wit them
Sick wit the pen nigga, no in the world could fix him
No prescription you could to subside his affliction

He's not a man, more like reign man twitchin'
You can't dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no chickens
Can dead his
(Whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, you CB4
This ain't Rock, bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the franchise like a Rocket

(Yao Ming)

Still smoking la, la, la
Bleek still smoking that la, la, la
Beanie Sigel, eagle to fo' to five
It's the ROC baby, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, wit me, basically
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, all the singin', let's go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Forget English, talk body
I be all mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, wrist
Please yourself, you're very sick
Don't me wit marbury out this, bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your
Muh'fuckas must be smoking la, la, la, la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off

Back to the music, I wit all that
Plus the feds tappin' my I get all that
I'm the public number one
Public industry two is my whole crew R O C
And I ain't wit' who like me, who like you
That's gay, I ain't likin' dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my for the future
I never make the again, my man'll shoot ya

As we, smoke la, la, la
(Hoo)
Memphis Bleek smoking that la, la, la
(Hoo)
Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five
(Hoo)
It's the ROC bitch, sing our
on

Excuse me miss, I'm the
(Do you me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me,
(Do you me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin', go ride tonight, mami
(Come on now, uhh)

Do you me to do it
Come me now, uhh